Mary Kate Danaher: Don't touch me. You have no right.Sean Thornton: Whadya mean no right!...Mary Kate Danaher: I'll wear your ring, I'll cook and I'll wash. And I'll keep the land, but that is all. Until I've got my dowry safe about me, I'm no married woman. I'm the servant I have always been without anything of my own.Sean Thornton: That's ridiculous. You're my wife--and--what is this?Mary Kate Danaher: Haven't I been tryin' to tell you. That until you have my dowry, you haven't got any bit of me--me myself. I'll still be dreamin' amongst the things that are my own, as if I have never met you. There's 300 years of happy dreamin' in those things of mine, and I want them. I want my dream. I'll have it and I know. And I'll say no other word to you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

the broad cloud-driving moon in the clear skyLifts o'er the firs her shining shield,...And in her tranquil lightSleep falls on forest and field.See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep:The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in t...he younger ore and better veins of the mine--and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so--and now the dross is coming.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »